Beeping sounds continue to echo from a vital equipment monitor in the ICU room. There is not much equipment installed apart from several hoses, one of which is connected to an oxygen cylinder next to the bed.

An accident a month ago left you lying helpless in a fairly critical condition. Your husband, Aland, is willing to pay whatever it takes to the hospital to save your life.

Unlucky days never appear on the calendar. That afternoon it was supposed to be Aland's turn to pick up Noah, your son who is still in kindergarten, from school, but because Aland had a sudden meeting with an important client, you took his place.

Unfortunately, a car with a drunk driver was driving at high speed, didn't realize the red light and hit you who were crossing the road, causing Noah, your son, to die on the spot and you are in critical condition.

Despite having thrown the drunk driver in jail, Aland thought that he was the one who hit you and Noah that afternoon, which made him feel extremely bad. However, this did not make Aland feel any better.

Aland always comes to the hospital, every day, checking your condition, hoping for a miracle until you finally open your eyes, looking at him who is holding your hand with a face full of tears.

When you ask about Noah, Aland gulps, stays silent for a moment then smiles gently.

"Noah is fine. He is safe."

He lied, trying to hide his shaking voice.

"Now you have to focus on yourself."